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RDCanecutter

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  1. Biopsy results back in, they are 100% sure (as in completely) that every number they didn't like about my kidney can be blamed on Lenvima, and various other drugs they gave me to manage side effects. The calls were coming from inside the house. So, like, dropping or cutting back on half the concoctions I was innocently scarfing down. In the past two weeks I lost about ten pounds of excess water weight, maybe that much left to go. Doc has a different cancer drug lined up for the future, but for right now, I am just going to pretend I never had anything.
  2. Life is too short. Invite them over for a party. Open the door to show you and your whole family dressed as trans Mexicans.
  3. We're assuming the plane is upside down. It's possible it's the planet that flipped.
  4. Did you drop a tamale bite and spill out a sip of Sonic drink for all your dead homies? That would be legit dating back to Roman Sonic times.
  5. It's 48 degrees outside here. Gonna try to walk to the CVS. Cover me.
  6. The bird is flightless? Well it's not as if it's going anywhere.
  7. If you or I get called back up, a supervised institutional setting like the Army would be the safest place for us.
  8. Unfortunately the Army is always losing important shit. CSB: After I finished Officer Candidate School, I was assigned to a platoon. The clerk poked around in the records and informed me that there was no record of my attending AIT (Enlisted basic training + specialty training.) I kinda remember being there, in fact, I don't think you can even go to OCS if you didn't already complete Basic. But so it went. I didn't really GAF since I was functioning as Platoon Leader even though the guy on the rolls listed as such was off at flight school in exchange for whatever sexual services he'd provided to his senator. I asked the clerk to see what he could do. Never want to piss off a clerk or the PFC who knows where the barrel of the .50 cal went. I kinda liked being the Immaculate Conception Platoon Leader.
  9. Pretty sure I wore that same shirt, tie, and jacket to a job interview in 1993. Didn't have to sexually assault anybody either. Just showed a little leg.
  10. In my house, all coins have a use-cycle resembling that of cents. And I'd call us pretty cash-friendly. I'll carry paper cash to use instead of credit card, also to keep from buying too much. (And some places ring up a 3% discount if you don't make them give Square a cut.) Buy something, get various coins in change. Mrs. Canecutter collects coins, so she looks at them, rejects 99% as ordinary. The rest go on a shelf in case I decide to swan about on a city bus that month. Usually don't. Every now and then I'll make a big cash sale so I'll take it (plus excess coin change) and deposit it in the Credit Union. I never bought anything recently with the quarters, dimes, or nickels. They were useful, but no longer 100% currency the way they used to be in school when I'd gather up enough for a cheap burger before I'd leave the house. Maybe that's the key. If you're broke, you use them more.
  11. Why did the God-hating Communist Democrats do this?
  12. My band and I were employed to run customers away from a Kerbey Lane on the Drag, so this hits closes to home.
  13. Yes. Probably not from this though.
  14. The Wet Leprosy.
  15. Way outside my pay-grade. I suspect the move west was due to people having eight extra kids who survived to adulthood, as well as a culture of asking for forgiveness instead of permission. Didn't hurt that the Crown had settled the back-country with Johnny Cash types. I wonder if those different currencies even bothered anybody. We walk around with handfuls of apps, still can use checks, cards, or cash, and in a pinch I'd spin up the exchange rates in Euros if I needed to. Only time it's been simple in my life was back when I was a kid. I do think a lack of usable currencies would stunt trade. There is a book by Harry Franck who walked across most of South America in 1912(?) (with gold Sovereigns sewed into his belt.) He crossed areas outside government control where it must have been mostly barter, hardly any coins, paper money was typically worth a penny on the dollar, small change was pins and buttons. Then once when he tried to cash a gold coin, they for some reason didn't trust the word of a strange hobo.
  16. When the US decided to make 1 cent coins, they were worth about a quarter dollar compared to now. As in other incredibly poor countries, they probably went farther than that. But back then we barely had any coins compared to what we needed. Once you got a couple of days inland, trade would have died if not for IOUs, with all the chances of cascading failures if big creditors went under. Back to the question, I have no idea why we use pennies anymore. If we were designing our currency now, we wouldn't invent them. They've inflated away. For more fun: https://foundinphiladelphia.com/money-its-not-what-you-think/
  17. Got stabbed in the kidney yesterday for a biopsy. No problems there, zero bleeding or pain. What zinged me is they paused my Lenvima for a week so as not to jack up the blood pressure on the wound. Fair enough. This morning I'm looking at my 4 bp medicines so I decide to take just one, the Coregs. I'm lazing around, feel a little loopy, check BP. Like 70 over 50. There are corpses with higher BP than that. I somehow get down to the kitchen, can barely see or think, get hold of salt or something just in time. Gradually increase pressure. Dayyum. Text wife specifically asking her to bring a supply of shitty food like frozen burritos, pot pies, whatever is simple and full of salt. She is appalled but eventually does so. I need salty crap food as a "break glass in case of plummeting blood pressure" emergency supply. I saw where she put it in the freezer in case I have to grab it out of there blind. In the meantime I strategically ate some canned chow mein that we bought ironically. Did the trick. BP is still at levels not seen since high school. Maybe I'll drag some Ritz crackers to bed.
  18. You think you know her but you don't.
  19. It's all gibberish if you are trying to pin down that you're Charlemagne's saddler's 83rd cousin. It's just ballpark probabilities. If you've got the right R1B male haplogroup, and an English family name, you might be English. Or [fill in blank] with an Anglicised name. You might be Moroccan or Latvian or Turkish with a lower but still possible chance of that haplogroup, maybe dating back 10,000 years. It's all odds but never 100% certainty. The ones that really make me groan are ads I see for "finding out your ancient tribe" where you're part Gaul or Frank or whatever. Usually people that existed in the same area and may have changed names and languages but one group is probably the ancestor of the others who came later. But yeah, you're 7% of one and 8% of the other. tldr/everybody learn the banjo because YES you fucked your distant cousin, and will continue to do so.
  20. Apparently the casta paintings were very popular with Spanish civil servants about to finish up their tours of duty in the Indies. If you're a local artist, you tune in really fast to what sells, probably knock out a few extra ready for a buyer, maybe leave the Efpañol slot blank so you can paint an actual person if asked. In the Scruffy Parrot (first Mexican novel) the author throws in a few of these terms on occasion, even if I doubt they ever got used systematically.
  21. The whole "pure blood anything" doubles as "I never picked up a history book." Unless that person is a Hapsburg, maybe. Honorary pure Spaniard, durr hurr...
  22. The former. Though I do get 100 bucks a month from a unicorn pension where I once worked for the blink of an eye. So technically both.
  23. Well, I just ate a cheese sandwich and backed into the thread, but my first thought is "Why is it talking about Hades, but doesn't mention Pluto or Persephone?"
  24. This has raised the expected level of rant. I blame it all on parents who count before walloping that ass. First time I heard a parent counting (I was probably eight) it was like witnessing the fall of the Roman Republic.
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